A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... night . . . . He who felt not , in some degree , its soothing influences , was viewed as a morose , unsocial being , whose converse ought to be shunned and regarded with suspicion and distrust . " Chappell , Old English Popular Music ...
... night . . . . He who felt not , in some degree , its soothing influences , was viewed as a morose , unsocial being , whose converse ought to be shunned and regarded with suspicion and distrust . " Chappell , Old English Popular Music ...
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... Night ( p . 122 ) to the regular iambics of the fifth and seventh verses . While other lyrists , too , display this quality of an organic variation of foot , Thomas Campion appears to me one of the most subtle masters of this as of many ...
... Night ( p . 122 ) to the regular iambics of the fifth and seventh verses . While other lyrists , too , display this quality of an organic variation of foot , Thomas Campion appears to me one of the most subtle masters of this as of many ...
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... night In heavy sleep , with cares oppressed , Yet when she spies the pleasant light IC 15 20 She sends sweet notes from out her breast : So sing I now because I think How joys approach when sorrows shrink . And as fair Philomene , again ...
... night In heavy sleep , with cares oppressed , Yet when she spies the pleasant light IC 15 20 She sends sweet notes from out her breast : So sing I now because I think How joys approach when sorrows shrink . And as fair Philomene , again ...
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... night . 5 10 DOUBT you SIR PHILIP SIDNEY , Astrophel and Stella , 1591 ; written be- fore 1582 . FIRST SONG . to whom my Muse these notes intendeth , Which now my breast surcharged to music lendeth ! To you , to you , all song of praise ...
... night . 5 10 DOUBT you SIR PHILIP SIDNEY , Astrophel and Stella , 1591 ; written be- fore 1582 . FIRST SONG . to whom my Muse these notes intendeth , Which now my breast surcharged to music lendeth ! To you , to you , all song of praise ...
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... night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string , He music plays if so I sing , He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist , wanton , still ye ! Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence , And bind ...
... night . Strike I my lute , he tunes the string , He music plays if so I sing , He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting : Whist , wanton , still ye ! Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence , And bind ...
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Astrophel and Stella Beaumont beauty BEN JONSON birds breast Breton bright Bullen Campion couplet Daniel Davison death delight Dirge Donne doth Drayton Drummond earth Elizabethan Elizabethan lyric England's Helicon English eyes fair fear Fleay Fletcher flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT golden grace Gram green Grosart hath heart heaven honor Italian JOHN FLETCHER Jonson kiss lady live Love's lovers Lyrics from Elizabethan lyrists madrigal metre metrical Michael Drayton mistress Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON night passion pastoral Philip Rosseter Phyllis play pleasure poem Poetical Rhapsody poetry poets praise pretty printed quatorzain Queen rimes SAMUEL DANIEL sense Shakespeare shepherd Sidney sighs sing sleep Song Books sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanza sweet content tercets thee Thomas THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS DEKKER thou art thought trochaic unto verse wanton weep whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE words writing written ΙΟ
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Стр. xix - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...
Стр. 87 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 184 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Стр. 85 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Стр. 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Стр. 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 151 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Стр. 84 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen...